Sleeping Dragon Stedaunon don gon we, en kikon ste enti.

Her fall was abrupt, and knocked the wind out of her. She lay there for a moment or two just trying to catch her breath, and struggled to her feet when the other wolf came to her aid. Seregryn accepted it for a brief moment, thankful, but just as swiftly resisted. Once she was halfway to her feet, she nosed towards Hush and snapped her teeth; there was no direct conflict, no resistance from flesh, but she wasn't really trying to hurt the other wolf. She just wished to dissuade them — falling had hurt her pride more than her body, and Seregryn was not about to look foolish before these lessers. When the second wolf came in to view, Sere ignored them. They were a silvered mass in the corner of her vision, and of no consequence yet.